Françoise Dorléac in The Soft Skin (1964). |
Estat ai en greu cossirier
How I’d like him/oh
how I would like him my
cavalier
even if for a
single night
naked in my arms
his head resting on my lap
I love him, more
than
Floris loved Blanchflor
I did not tell him this
Everyone, everyone should
know
To him I gave my heart my soul
my reason my eyes my life
My tender
beautiful cavalier
when will I have you for myself?
For one night only
naked in
your arms
If you could only take
my husband’s place
and swear to me you’ll
answer
when I call, and heed my desire.
Peter Sirr, The Rooms (Gallery Press,
2014)
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